June 7, 2000
Ohmigod, sorry everyone. Uh..the reason y'all can't find the first five parts is cause I uh...didn't post them...::hides:: Here they are...oops...sorry...
ja ne
~ana~
Midnight.
Almost chilling in its cold effeciency, the bell that sat atop the steeple of the Congregationalist church next door began to ring, sounding the hour. Wufei looked up momentarily before resting his head back onto the pillow.
All Heero knew was the feel of a hot, velvety sheath wrapped around his erection, and another larger body pumping into him, plunging deep into his passage, rubbing all the right places in his body.
He was all pleasure and sensation, heightened emotion and desire; there was nothing except this strange feeling that echoed through him, louder and louder with every passing moment.
With a slight twist of his hips, Heero sent Wufei freefalling into ecstasy; he allowed a small smile to curve around his face as the Chinese teenager's body spasmed around his cock, trembling with the force of his orgasm. Behind him, Treize chuckled at Heero's amusement, then leaned forward to tease the ridges of his ears with the tip of his tongue.
Gently placing his hands on the Japanese pilot's hips, he pulled him out of Wufei, who lay in a post-orgasmic daze on the large waterbed, then returned his attention to the boy who lay impaled on his own hard cock. Treize was nearly immobile, trying to ignore the way Heero moved just so in his lap, trying to make Treize come before him.
It was a strange kind of game of control; whenever they had these little get-togethers, they would tease and stimulate their partners, trying to make the other come first. Wufei almost always was the first loser, followed by Treize. Heero was too visually stimulating to the older man; the boy had a rare beauty and a skilled mouth that made any battle against him an uphill one.
Blowing a stray piece of brown hair out of his eyes, the headmaster of the OZ School for Higher Learning began to pound mercilessly into the gorgeous boy, his more than ample cock pushing higher and higher inside of him; Heero was so tight, every thrust caressed the sides of his penis, and then he was going, going gone, tossed into a white-hot river of pleasure that flooded his groin, then spread from his head to the very tips of his toes.
With one last jerk of his hips, Treize pulled out of the Japanese youth, then replaced his cock with two long, searching fingers. Lubricated with his own semen, he thrust his fingers into him, touching his prostate, that secret spot that made even Heero go weak- kneed. "You win, you little bastard," he growled into his ear. Heero smirked, and arched his back, his own release finally opened to him.
Wufei, sensing weakness, pounced on Heero, enveloping his erection with his mouth all the way to the base, and swirled his tongue around the head. Heero tossed his head back and forth on the pillow, eyes slanted and his lips parted enough to allow open-mouthed pants to escape his mouth. With a throaty groan, pounded by Wufei's mouth and Treize's fingers, he closed his eyes and came.
Afterwards, Wufei and Treize lay cuddling and smoking cigarettes, whispering and giggling like teenagers. Before either could pull on even a sock, Heero was dressed and out of the Headmaster's office, semen still dripping from between his legs.
It was nighttime; the rest of the campus was in study hall, and he could come and go as he pleased. He looked up into the stars, expecting to see the usual Little Dipper, or Orion's belt; but all he saw was blackness and eternal loneliness.
Then a cruel smile appeared on his handsome face. After a good fuck, the Headmaster was always more apt to grant special requests, especially from his `special helpers'. He'd ask for a sabbatical the next day. A slight sneer of disgust replaced the smile before the disguise slipped back down. He should hope the old fool would grant it; Heero'd let Treize fuck him for hours, all over the office. In the chair, on the floor, on the desk, the filing cabinet.
For Heero, the best part wasn't the act, or the feeling of a hand sliding over his hardened cock. It was the conquest, the thrill of defeating someone so completely that they'd give complete control of their bodies, their minds, to him. He craved that control like a junkie.
Although the old man wasn't a bad fuck, he thought absently as he punched in the code to his dorm, where he had a rather spacious single, good for an occasional one night stand or seduction and manipulation plot. Treize was kinder than some of the other men he'd been with, Heero thought, shivering. He remembered the one time the guy, a student with powerful parents, had entered him without lubricant. He'd been unable to sit down for days without a shooting pain splitting him open.
Life was, if not good, at least not boring, he thought, and collapsed on his bed fully clothed, still exhausted.
Relena shrieked with frustration, pulling on her long blonde hair. Damn it, damn it! Life was soooo difficult!
Pausing, she fingered her cross absently, careful not to press the secret trigger that release all of her crack. That would be bad. Very bad.
But still not as bad as things were with Heero. Her grand plan of seduction was not working. The more she played hard to get, the less interested he seemed.
"Step-brother," she sighed, looking at her reflection in the large full-length mirror that graced her room, "you are too much, even for me."
"I highly doubt that." Heero stepped out of the shadows, his face carefully neutral. Relena grunted, annoyed, before remembering that she was supposed to be charming and flirtatiously sexy.
"You're late," she purred, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. "I thought you'd never make it."
"You know I've made it before; I'm no virgin," Heero smirked. "In fact, I just had a `jolly good romp' with the Headmaster. Very interesting fellow; did you know he has a secret passion for little boys?" Relena sniffed: Heero always got the interesting men!
"Was he any good?" she asked casually, sweeping a hand over the large grand piano that sat on a raised circle in the center of the room.
Heero snorted. "Hardly. The old man fingered me once and expected me to come."
"Were you able to?" Relena asked, pulling off her sheer silk robe to reveal a black lace teddy. She smirked as she saw his eyes trailing down to her ample breasts and halting there.
"Wufei helped a little," Heero said, fingering a rose that lay on a black and white marble table. Such decandence-- Only the best for our dear sweet Relena...
"New conquests?" Relena inquired to be polite. "Looking for some fresh meat?"
Heero snorted. "How...base of you to ask, Relena-sama, but how good of you to...care." Smirking, he made his way over to the light-haired girl that stood by the piano, eyes alight with expectation. He smiled to himself; some days his dearest step-sister was just too full of herself.
"Actually," he said coolly, pulling out a Seventeen out of his jacket, "I've found my fresh meat."
Interested but trying to pretend that she wasn't, Relena peered at the cover through lowered lashes. "Hot Hot Hot! The Year's Newest Drool-Worthy--"
"Don't be obscene," Heero snapped, slapping her hand playfully. The smaller girl snarled at him, pulling back her hand. "Besides, I've looked at the pictures, and they're not *that* hot. I meant this!" He picked up the magazine, making a face at the pouting girl on the glossy cover. "What a little slut; I've never liked Britney Spears," he murmured in passing. "This!"
Relena, unable to contain her curiosity, snatched up the magazine and browsed through the article. "Why I Remain a Virgin?" A single eyebrow shot up over a perfectly penciled eyelid. "Heero, you can't be serious!" After reading a few more paragraphs, she snickered. "And just how, oh favorite step-brother of mine, are you planning to bed this little mink? She's too good for you," she sneered, jealousy burning in her veins. No! Heero was going to be hers, and hers only!
Heero shrugged. "*He* happens to be staying with Auntie Wilhemina this summer. I may have to pay a visit to the absolutely darling old lady and see how she's doing. Two can never be too kind to the elderly; you never know when they're about to go."
"And you'd seduce this...boy?" Relena studied the small, blurry photograph that went along with the article, written in terrible English with several spelling errors. Why would Heero pursue this cretin? "He says he's going to wait until he's married."
"That's what he thinks," Heero said grimly. Relena had to cough to keep a smile from blossoming on her lips. So he *was* just after the boy for the challenge! Excellent, she thought, tapping her fingers against the piano. Most excellent.
"So you'd deflower the poor boy and leave him to wake up alone the next day?" she couldn't help inquiring. Heero shrugged.
"Easy enough. The girls at school are far too easy; not a challenge anymore. The boys too, although it is fun romping around with Wufei," he added sarcastically, his tone suggesting otherwise. After a moment, he finally said, annoyed, "Don't you have anything to say about this?"
"I have plenty to say," Relena purred, snuggling up to the Japanese boy. He smelled divine, like incense and soft rose petals. Letting a hand slide down his pants, roaming, searching for the sensitive spot on his inner thigh, she whispered into his ear, "And I don't think you can do it." Heero pulled away, his face burning from the intimate contact.
"You don't? Would you care to make a little wager on that?" he asked, eyes smiling. Relena scowled; she wanted to fuck, not make bets with this gorgeous creature.
She whispered in her sultry bedroom voice, "I'll let you take the one thing you'll never be able to have." If Heero had been a puppy, his ears would have pricked up and his tail would have been wagging.
"I'm listening," he said simply.
Inside, Relena crowed with triumph. Half the battle was already won...
"Think," she said, rapping his head sharply with her knuckles. Heero shot an angry look at her, but said nothing. "We're brother and sister now... According to the laws of nature, it would be wrong for us to..." She let her voice trail off when she saw a look of understanding pass over his face.
"Are you saying--No. I don't think so." Heero turned to walk away, his footsteps echoing ominously on the marble tiles; Relena scowled. This was not how things were supposed to go! She had wildly miscalculated him. Racking her brains, she took a deep breath.
"You can put it anywhere you want to," she said, looking coyly up at him. He stopped.
Dammit. He clenched a fist tightly. She knew.
Secretly, ever since his father had married her mother, he'd wanted her. Not her body--she was pretty, but no prize compared to some of the other women he'd had. Those were women! Unbidden, an array of images of long legs and teasing hands flooded his mind. A cruel smile curved over his lips. Those were the good old days...
But Relena was his step-sister, desired or not. And he couldn't have her.
And now she was offering the chance to have the unattainable.
It was too much to resist.
The instant he turned back around he knew he was lost.
Quatre stomped his foot one last time. "I-AM-NOT-TAKING-VIOLIN- LESSONS!" he hollered at his father, sticking his pink rosebud lips out in a very childish, very kawaii pout. The blonde, deceptively innocent-looking boy sighed once, dangerously. He was infuriated--! How dare his father force him to take *violin* lessons, of all things! Quatre had places to go, people to see.
"Please, father?" he finally said, relenting once he realized that he was pushing the wrong tack. His beautiful aquamarine eyes shimmered with unshed tears and his chin trembled slightly. He was all too aware that he had his dead mother's eyes, a fact he worked to his advantage whenever possible.
A part of him hated to abuse something his mother had given him. But another part of him simply sneered. What had the bitch given him anyway, except a headache and a strange sense of guilt whenever he looked at the new gray hairs Mr. Winner was sporting? Hmmph.
His father, who had been ranting and raving and waving his term grades around in his hand paused. Quatre looked so much like his mother--! And yet, there was something artificial, something wrong with the way his tears spilled effortlessly down his cheeks. His eyes shed tears, but there his eyes...
In his eyes there was nothing.
No sorrow, no regret. No...emotions. His son might as well have been a pre-programmed automaton for all the humanity that lay behind those blue pools.
He saw, and he wished he could forget. He was reminded of one of his Confirmation classes as a child--he was a devout Christian, though Quatre's mother had been a fundamentalist Muslim--when the teacher put a small page filled with randomly colored dots on the blackboard and told them to try and find Jesus.
His old best friend, Jake Montague, had seen Jesus first, of course. It was amazing, how after almost 30 years, he could still hold a grudge for something so small. And even as the other children began to shout out, one by one, that they saw Jesus, still, he couldn't see it. All he saw were colored spots that seemed to laugh at him, mocking his intelligence. Finally, embarrassed, he pretended to see Jesus, exclaiming, "I see Him!" Satisfied, the teacher moved on with their lesson, but he never stopped looking at the picture.
A few weeks later, a very wet and very angry little Winner boy stumbled into the church, late for his Confirmation class. He could still taste grass and dirt in his mouth, could hear the laughter of the older boys as they shoved him into the ground, digging their heels into the small of his back.
He spat angrily as he entered the room. Surprised, the instructor, an old man with no right arm and more fingers than teeth, stopped and stared at him. Face burning, he slid into a seat next to Anna-Marie, his next-door-neighbor, ignoring the little giggles and looks from Jake and his buddies. Just as he turned to tell them to shut up, he saw it.
The face of a man within the colored dots. Jesus Christ? He didn't think so. He was crudely shaded and poorly drawn; in a way, he wished for the simplicity of the dots, of innocence. Yet when he looked at the paper all he saw was that haunting face, jagged cheekbones jutting out in an emaciated glare.
Quatre's father closed his eyes.
"You're taking lessons, and that's final. If I hear that you're misbehaving at all during your lesson, I will take your keys away and lock them in a deposit box in the bank, where you will only be able to retrieve them upon my death!" With that, Mr. Winner stomped out of the room, his feet heavy on the wood floors, and slammed the door so hard the doorknob rattled around for a few moments before falling to the floor with a sharp ::clang::.
Quatre stared after his father for a moment, then shook his head.
"DAMMIT!"
It figured. His only two weeks of freedom from Montgomery Prep, and his father was deliberately chaining him to something that would take, if his father's estimates were correct, at least four hours a day. Four hours! Gods...
Eyes shining with pure hatred, Quatre slammed his fist into the wall, splitting the expensive $1000-a-foot wallpaper up the center.
Dammit...
Who is Duo Maxwell? Heero wondered, thumbing through the magazine again. There were innumerable pictures of the boy--he was very slender, very pretty for a boy. Heero wasn't too sure how he'd managed to stay a virgin; especially with those violet eyes, members of both genders would be after him, especially after he'd gone and published that little article about his virginity. It was like sending a beacon out into the world, 'Come ravish me!' People would seek him out now, looking to lay claim to something infinitely precious...
People like him. Heero smiled, baring his fangs at himself in the rear-view mirror as he drove. He'd managed to invite himself over to 'Aunt' Wilhemina's estate for a nice afternoon picnic. This boy was nothing special--just another conquest. And soon, Duo Maxwell would be his.
The gorgeous Japanese boy chuckled. Sometimes it was great to be Heero Yuy.
Duo yawned absently, letting his long, slender arms contort around his head and behind his back, popping his joints. He finally opened his eyes, wincing at the light that flooded in through the large glass doors leading to a patio adjoined to the guest chambers. Sighing, he reached behind his neck to begin braiding his long hair. He loved the way it felt in his hands... It was his only vanity, his only indulgence, and he felt quite proud of it. He'd seen the looks, the covetous glances when no one thought he was looking. His hair and his eyes were the most attractive things about him.
He shivered as he slid out from beneath the red satin sheets. He snorted, a tiny smile curving onto his full lips. Satin sheets, no less! His mother had sure had influential friends... The room was an elaborate and ornate display of extreme decadence--rich gold and heavy velvets adorned the walls in place of wallpaper. As he tumbled from the high canopy bed, his bare back brushed against the softness of the velvet. It tickled, but it also felt very, very nice...
He blushed as he examined the room more closely than he had the night before. He groaned just thinking about the train ride. Who could have known that traveling was so tiring? Duo had collapsed onto the bed and barely slipped out of his clothes before falling into a dreamless sleep.
Speaking of which...
Where were his clothes?
He rummaged around the closet for a few moments before discovering that the contents of his suitcase had been neatly hung in the cherry wardrobe, obviously an antique. Sighing, Duo pulled on his usual black outfit with a sharp jerk. His nerves were tightly strung today, for some reason.
Then he remembered. Oh yes, he thought grimly. He remembered the taller, stronger football player that had accosted him on his way out of the train station. He hadn't been threatening at all, just...worried? Hm. Duo shook his head and turned his attention back to his hair. Lost in his own thoughts, he'd accidentally braided his hair crookedly.
"Baka," he scolded himself, and carefully unraveled the long coil. Who had the football player been talking about again...? Oh yeah, some kid Hero. What a lame name, he thought, snickering.
There was a knock at the door--Duo jumped at the sudden sound. "Come in!" he called as he reached for his brush, having encountered a very nasty tangle. Wilhemina, or 'Willie', as she insisted on being called, bounced in and flopped onto the bed. Duo stared at her in amazement--he only hoped he had half as much energy when he was her age...
"So, Duo, enjoying your stay?" she asked conversationally. Duo felt a blush spread across his cheeks as she nodded at his outfit. "Cute; it fits, I suppose, with you staying celibate and all." Duo smiled sheepishly.
"You read it too?" he asked wryly, tugging sharply on the brush. Somehow, it too had gotten badly tangled in the long waterfall of chestnut hair that cascaded around his shoulders. Willie shook her head, eyes dancing with supressed laughter, and took hold of the brush, gently unwrapping his fingers from the handle.
She began to brush with long, vigorous strokes that made him want to purr. If he hadn't known she'd been married to another woman, he would have been a little worried at her proximity, but it was nice just to relax and not worry about whether someone was attracted to him.
"You know," she said conversationally, "we're having a picnic today and I'm inviting some...friends... You could occupy yourself; there's really not much to do here except watch movies and take long walks."
Duo assured Willie that he very much enjoyed long walks, and that, in fact, he found them romantic. From his seat on the bed, he could see the sun beginning to peek through the clouds. "Who's coming?" he asked absently, not even noticing as the older woman began to braid his hair expertly.
"Relena Darlian and her step-brother Heero Yuy, Quatre Raberba Winner, a very cute little boy who lives down the street..." He didn't pay much attention to the names, just letting himself enjoy the feeling of being touched. He was a very sensation-oriented person--constantly hugging and touching other people. Duo didn't know why, but he needed contact with other people. Somedays, especially since the fire...
Somedays it was the only thing that kept him sane. He could still smell the smoke in his hair... For days after, he'd taken hour long showers, just standing under the intense heat and pressure of the water, but the smoky smell always followed him...
"Thank you, Willie," Duo said politely as his host rose and waved goodbye. "I'll see you at the picnic...?"
Willie smiled mischievously, her green eyes flashing. "Maybe."
Before he had time to question her further, she disappeared out the door in a quicksilver blur.
Quatre chewed angrily on his lip, his arms crossed defiantly over his chest. His violin lay on the ground, several strings curled up, broken when he'd thrown the instrument to the ground.
"He could at least be here on time," he grumbled to himself, just as the door to his practicing hall swung open. The most beautiful boy he'd ever seen strode in confidently, his footsteps silent. Half of his face was obscured by long, spiky brown bangs, framed by a sensual, though not heavy, mouth.
"Are you Quatre?" he asked softly, extending a hand. "I'm here to give violin lessons...?"
Quatre smiled.
Maybe violin lessons weren't such a bad thing after all...
She was beautiful. Long, fine blonde hair that hung just so about her shoulders; vibrant blue eyes that seemed almost iridescent as they shimmered in the flickering lights of the candles. A pert, full mouth that was utterly kissable.
Relena smiled at her reflection in the mirror, and reached for one of the many small jars that sat around her in a semi-circle.
Two swipe, and her eye makeup came off. Another pass with the cream, and the countless layers of foundation and lipstick also disappeared.
She tilted back her head, and reached in carefully with her right index finger, removing blue contact lenses.
Another pass of those magical, revealing hands, and the blonde hair came off, replaced with tightly bound black curls, tamed in a hairnet that dug painfully into her scalp.
She looked at her reflection again, slowly removing the hair net. Short black hair, curly and unruly, spiraled around her head--once she had beautiful, long, curly hair... But wearing a wig was hard enough with hair--with a lot of hair it was nearly impossible. She'd heard from someone that Heero liked blondes...
Fiery brown eyes stared defiantly back at her. Relena made a disgusted sound in the back of her throat. She rarely took out her contacts anymore; she'd grown to accept this other girl, this fake Relena as real. It was too painful to have to change back to the dorky, unpopular girl who Heero never looked twice at...
"Heero...
....what I do for you...!"
With that, Relena kissed a photo she'd set on her nightstand of the Japanese student, smirking at the camera. He was wearing his school uniform, and though it was within regulations, he still managed to make even V-neck sweates and khakis look sexy.
"You're mine."
Willie left Duo's room shaking her head. The boy was too kawaii for his own good, especially with Heero Yuy coming around. At the thought of the handsome Japanese boy, she grimaced slightly and caught her reflection in a mirror coming around the corner.
She'd have to keep a close watch on them. The Lord knew Heero was beautiful; with his dark blue almond-shaped eyes and fine cheekbones that belonged on a woman, a single look from his piercing eyes was devastating. He wielded such power, especially for someone so young.
Duo's body wasn't the only part of him that was pure. His heart had never been touched by caring hands; no one had ever taken his hands in theirs, had ever taken him on moonlit walks late at night with the fine fragrance of roses in the air...
Her expression hardened for a moment. Heero was like a dear son to Willie; his father cared very little for him, preferring instead to fool around with a woman half his age and to hide in his office, the thin walls shielding him (barring him) from his son. Still, he'd developed somewhat of a reputation as a lady-killer, and now, a shameless boy that traded sexual favors for power and status. Shame on Treize Khushrenada--! There was no doubt in Willie's mind that Heero was a prodigious boy. He was an excellent hacker, with a nimble mind that was able to *speak* in binary code. She'd given him his first computer, an early clunky laptop that weighed almost 12 pounds.
He did exceptionally well in school, though that too was suspect since Willie had never seen Heero lift a finger to do homework. Ever. He was spoiled, had too much free time and money at his fingertips. His step-sister Relena was much worse.
Which confused her to no end, since she'd known Relena since she was a little girl and had no idea what had happened to her. The girl she knew had been a shy, mousy thing with big, thick-rimmed glasses and muddy eyes. She'd changed--
They'd all changed.
With a sigh, Willie rounded the corner and pulled open the liquor cabinet. She'd need it if she was going to make it through the picnic...
"Quatre-kun," Trowa said gently, "you're pushing down too hard on the strings. Play gently, but with feeling!" The blonde boy sighed, and gritted his teeth.
"I'm no good at this!" he cried, exasperated. "Either I push down too hard or I don't push down hard enough! My fingers are raw from all this practicing and--"
"It's okay. I'll show you." Slowly, as if not to frighten him away, the green-eyed boy slid onto the long bench behind Quatre. Oh, you're not frightening me at all, he thought mischievously. Almost shyly, he put his arms around Quatre and let his hands, callused from playing so much, rest on his. "Now, pull gently, yet firmly. You want the instrument to sing for you, not screech in pain!"
Quatre blushed at the proximity of his teacher. He could smell the cologne he wore; it smelled slightly spicy, almost tickling his nose. And the warmth of his body next to his was oddly comforting.
He's a guy!
I shouldn't feel this way, he thought miserably. But I do. Just as long as no one ever finds out...
Settling back against the handsome violinist, he closed his eyes and slowly slipped his hands away from Trowa's until he was simply sitting there, reveling in the sound of the violin weeping with sorrow, the feel of another's arms around his slender frame.
It had been too long.
Duo yawned, stretched lazily out onto the blue quilt that Willie had dug up from some storage closet. It was so soft and fluffy, almost like sinking into a cloud...
He set his book down and leaned back to stare at the sky. The sun had deigned to come out earlier that morning as he sat, letting Willie brush his hair, and was now in full force, beating down on his back, mocking him for his choice of color.
He scowled. How could he help it if the only color he looked decent in was black? Duo glanced at the driveway. Willie had said that there were others coming, but none of them had showed. Maybe it was all for the best, he thought, trying to stifle a yawn and failing miserably.
Duo smiled wonderingly. Today was such a nice day. He could see random chipmunks skittering around, collecting nuts and generally making a nuisance of themselves. Here, it was peaceful. Almost like--
He shivered as a cool breeze ruffled his wispy bangs, caressing his face.
Some things were best forgotten.
Yesterday was such a loss. The Headmaster denied my request for a sabbatical after March vacation, saying he preferred to keep me at Montgomery Prep for a few weeks until my grades improve. Hmph. I've got a 99 average (can't get much better than that).
The old fool just wants to keep putting his cock up my ass. What a perverted teenager. When we did it yesterday, I swear he came enough to fill a milk jug. Wufei wasn't much better, although he is learning quickly.
But, thank heavens, not that quickly. We don't need another Heero Yuy wandering around--!
Relena and I are engaged in an...interesting bet. The little whore offered her body to me as a prize. She doesn't believe that I can get that violet-eyed boy in bed; sister dear doesn't have enough faith in me.
I've got all of break. And if I lose--which I won't--she gets my car. Damn bitch, she's got mummy tied around her little finger already; why the fuck does she need my car? Of course, it's all about control with her. Always perfectly calm, under control. As long as she gets her fix.
Did some checking around; Duo Maxwell is quite an interesting boy. Top of his class at Westchester Prep, though it *is* a less rigorous school... Quite intelligent; well liked, president of the student body, head of debate...
And most definitely a virgin. According to one Marc, who was extremely cooperative for some odd reason, he's got girls hanging all over him... And he never looks twice at them. He *has* to be gay. There's just no other explanation.
Either that, or he's got the libido the size of an ant.
Off to the picnic. Hope Relena doesn't show up--!
Heero
Quatre shook his head, a slightly amused smile on his face. "Trowa," he whispered, nodding at Duo and Heero, "what do you think?" Heero had shown up a few minutes before and was currently trying to get Duo to talk to him. Strangely, the talkative boy had shut up the instant Heero had introduced himself.
Trowa smiled. "I think someone's in for a surprise..." he said cryptically. Quatre glared at him, but the brown-haired boy did not elaborate.
"...estate really is quite beautiful," Heero was saying, his eyes smoldering in a way that clearly said the grounds weren't the only thing he found beautiful. Duo smiled weakly; this was the boy that hulky man who'd accosted him had been warning him about? He...certainly had quite a personality.
Deep inside, Duo had to admit he was attracted to Heero, but he was turned off by the fact that he seemed to expect him to just hop into his lap and let him take his virginity. "Really," Duo said dryly, slowly sliding away from Heero, who was moving closer and closer each second. Suddenly, he stood up, and the Japanese boy fell over onto the quilt, then picked himself up, scowling.
"Let's go for a walk, everyone!" he said cheerfully, flashing the victory sign and a cheeky grin. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Heero get to his feet slowly, and shook his head.
"I think we'll just stay here and watch the sunset," he said softly, poking Trowa in the ribs with his elbow. His teacher made a face, but nodded in silent agreement. Looking a little disappointed, Duo turned to Heero nervously.
"Guess it's just the two of us, then?" Heero said huskily, peering up at Duo through his dark bangs. The American nodded, and they took off for a large hill that gave a spectacular view of the sky and city below.
As they walked, Heero fumed silently. This was *not* going well at all! First, Duo had been blatantly ignoring him for the past hour. He'd tried everything; little touches, tiny smiles, everything that positively screamed, "I'm interested!" but the American hadn't responded. At all.
You're dealing with a virgin, here, he reminded himself. "Duo?" The boy looked up quickly, blue eyes meeting Heero's, and then looked away, as if burned. "Do you have a girlfriend?" Duo blinked rapidly, not believing that a guy was actually coming onto him!
"No," he replied, his voice milder than he'd intended.
"Have you ever had a girlfriend?" he asked, sidling closer. Much closer than Duo felt comfortable, in fact.
"No," he said, backing away from his intense gaze. Heero smirked in triumph as he saw a faint wave of color stain Duo's cheeks. Might as well, he thought, and leaned forward, capturing Duo's mouth under his.
Duo stiffened and put his hands out to push him away, but found that his limbs had turned to jelly, strength dissolving. "Mmph, Heero?"
Although Duo had never been kissed before, he would have agreed that Heero was an excellent kisser. His tongue brushed lightly over Duo's lips, seeking entrance into his mouth, and the slender violet-eyed teenager found that he could not resist. He shoved aside all warnings he'd received about Heero and just enjoyed the kiss. It was a little wet, and a little sloppy, but the barest hint of contact between their tongues sent a sweet shiver down his back.
Reluctantly, Heero released his prey, the barest trace of a smirk in his eyes. "Ever had a boyfriend?" he asked coyly, stroking his cheek absently with his thumb.
Duo shivered at the intense feelings that were running through his body. He wanted to feel Heero's mouth against his again, to touch his soft hair, finer than spun silk. It was utterly new and different, something so foreign that Duo couldn't tell whether it was truly wrong or right.
"Duo?" Heero asked, a flicker of concern dancing over his face like a shadow. "Are you okay?" And his fingers, strong and uncallused, continued to touch his face, and his neck, and then--
Duo shook his head, backing away from those caressing fingers as they drew perilously close to the collar of his shirt. "I'm not interested," he said flatly. Heero's eyebrows rose.
"Are you so sure?" he asked sweetly. "The offer stands..." He looked up at the sky, where the sun had disappeared over the horizon. Damn! An opportunity wasted.
"I have to go," Duo said blankly, and took off at a run down the hill, not even waiting for Heero's response. Heero didn't even bother going after him; experience had taught him that pursuing him now would be a bad idea, and might even drive him farther away.
As soon as he was out of sight, Heero turned around and punched the tree he'd pushed Duo up against so hard the trunk splintered and began to tremble, barely supporting its own weight. The branches and leaves above rustled their annoyance.
There was only one thing that could possibly make this worse.
"HEEEE~EEEEROOO!"
And apparently, she'd just shown up. Heero smacked his forehead. God damn it, it was Relena.
Relena smiled as she saw Duo come sprinting around the corner, eyes wild with fear...or something. "Duo!" she called, waving the frantic boy down. "Come here!"
"Ma'am?" he asked, polite even as he gasped for breath.
"Relena Darlian," she said, holding out a black gloved hand. "You must be Duo Maxwell. I've heard so much about you!"
Duo nodded, and looked down the hill, distracted. "Listen, Relena, pleased to meet you. I've got to be going..." Relena smiled, triumphant. Then Heero hadn't gotten him yet, or else they'd be busy screwing in the bathroom rather than sitting on the peak of a hill.
"Of course," she said with as much cool politeness as she could muster. "I'll see you later, Duo-kun." The braided boy nodded, then disappeared down through the trees.
"He~ero," Relena called, a slight smile twisting its way onto her face. "Heero, I know you're up here." Eagerly jumping over gnarled tree roots and various shrubbery, she stormed up to Heero and wrapped him in a passionate embrace.
He threw her off him, eyes cold. Relena was undaunted by the apparent lack of interest; she lived in a world where Heero was hers, had always been hers, and would always be hers. Some days, she was tempted to stamp "Property of Relena Darlian" on his forehead, especially after seeing the speculative looks he garnered whenever he went out in public.
Mine, she thought possessively.
Meanwhile, Quatre was mulling over a dilemma in his slightly disoriented mind.
He now knew that he was definitely attracted to Trowa. There was no mistaking it; the little looks, the small blushes and light touches. And the most infuriating thing of the whole situation was that Quatre was pretty sure he liked him too.
"More ice tea?" Trowa asked politely, holding up a crystal pitcher. The sun, like Willie, had come and gone, retiring for the night. Quatre nodded and moved to take the pitcher, his hand accidentally brushing against the brown-haired boy's. A tiny spark of electricity ran through him delightedly, setting off every nerve in his body.
Relena-sama was really such a nice person, he mused, staring off into the distance where he had last seen her black-garbed figure treading. She'd offered to...
What exactly had she offered?
"You know," she said, her smile not quite reaching her eyes, "Trowa- kun is a man of experience."
"I know," Quatre sighed, watching the aforementioned boy sip ice tea casually as they all watched the sunset.
While saying nothing, she'd effectively planted the seeds that would eventually come to fruition, and destroy Heero Yuy. But how was Relena, who didn't have the foresight to plan the next day's outfit, let alone a life's outcome, to know this?
The thin blonde girl smiled, thinking about the wonderful hours of cuddling she could have with her Japanese love slave, once he finally broke down and confessed his love.
"Remember, I'll always lend a...helping hand," she said, leering slightly at Quatre. He blushed.
"I will," he promised, his eyes never leaving Trowa.
Duo was so frustrated he wanted to cry.
He was hiding in his room, sitting by the window, watching as Trowa, Quatre, Heero, and Relena all sat on a wide picnic blanket, chatting among themselves, occasionally bursting into laughter.
He wanted to be down there, to bask in the sunshine, to feel the wind ruffling his bangs and listen to the birds chirp. Duo was sure he was going to go mad, looking but never touching.
But he couldn't, because *he* was down there.
Heero Yuy.
Duo wanted to cry, and he wanted to laugh. His first kiss, stolen away by a boy that he didn't even know, a boy that he should have known better than to be nice to at all. "Duo, you idiot," he sighed, brushing a stray piece of hair behind his ear.
When Heero had kissed him, it was as if his entire world had rocked to a blissful halt. His tongue, tracing the edges of Duo's lips, his hands, gently, but firmly, holding his arms at his sides, the scent of slightly spicy cologne. Everything that was undeniably masculine. And Duo had liked it.
But God punished homosexuals. It was why Sodom and Gomorrah had been destroyed, why the angels could not find ten righteous men in two cities. Desiring, lusting after another boy, however beautiful, was wrong. He knew that. He also knew that his body apparently didn't care. It had reacted quickly enough to Heero's proximity, to that lean thigh that had begun to part his legs, a leg that was hard and muscular and rubbed against his crotch with slow, firm strokes...
He'd looked Heero in the eye. He'd seen the little sparkle of amusement, the faint smile. Heero had known exactly what he was doing to him, what he was tempting Duo with. Duo had no doubts that Heero had been with many lovers before, had seduced many a recalcitrant partner into his bed. If he hadn't made that promise to Sisten Helen, Duo wasn't sure what would have happened.
Because Duo knew that he was attracted to men. It was something he'd always known, always had to repress behind a mask of smiles. God punished sinners--that was why...that was why...
Swallowing hard, Duo threw the curtains across the wide window and flopped down onto his bed for a nap. Maybe after a few hours he would begin to understand exactly what was happening to his body.
What was happening to his heart.
"I'd better get going," Quatre said, noting the way the sun was slipping beyond the horizon. Relena pouted.
"What, you don't want to spend time with us?" she laughed, batting her eyelashes at the rich blonde boy. Heero rolled his eyes, and crossed his arms over her chest, desperately trying to keep his face like a wall of stone.
"I've got an important engagement," Quatre lied, seeing a faint look of annoyance cross over the slender girl perched on Heero's lap. "Good bye, everyone. It was fun." Heero saluted, and promptly shoved Relena from across his knees.
"Get away," he growled. Relena simply smiled. Oh, Heero-kun, playing hard to get? she thought wonderingly. He was such a cute boy! Always pretending to be so cold...
Her eyes narrowed abruptly as she followed his gaze up to Duo's room, where he'd been watching the long-haired boy watching them for hours now. It seemed that his grand plan of seduction had failed for once.
Trowa had excused himself shortly after Quatre, leaving them alone.
Finally.
"Heero," she purred. He reluctantly tore his gaze away from that single window and his Prussian gaze fixed on her darkly. "Heero, darling, let's just give it up. It's not working, Heero. You can't win..." A long finger traced hearts absently on his lower abdomen, straying...dangerously....close...
Heero groaned as her long fingernail scratched the underside of his cock from base to tip, then his face hardened. "Get off me, Relena," he snapped, grabbing her shoulders firmly and tossing her to the blanket. At first, Relena had thought he was simply going to take her, an idea that delighted her to the tips of her manicured toes. Then he stood up, a bit wobbly, and made his way over to his car, wincing as he collapsed onto the seat.
"Face it, Heero!" the blonde-headed girl called in a sweet, high voice. "You need it bad and you need it now." There, she thought, smirking. The invitation had been extended. All he needed to do was say "Yes", and he would be hers. She had captured Heero Yuy.
A hand slid up her skirt, stroking at the place where her legs met. She threw back her head and groaned, slowly lowering herself to the blanket again. Heero froze, the erection tenting in his pants hardening, a knot tightening in his stomach, need filling his veins. He had never needed to come so badly!
But he wouldn't let her win. She wanted him, and so he wouldn't give in. That was the way the game was played. The first to relent was the loser; the winner was dominant, a position Heero had never given up. He wasn't planning to, either.
"Did I ask for your help?" he managed to strange out. Relena paused in her ministrations, looking thoughtful.
"Something else told me clearly enough," she said, and shut her eyes again, moaning loudly, the soft sounds floating over to the car on the light spring breeze.
Heero put his head on the steering wheel. It was impossible, the things she did to him. He didn't love her, he knew that, no matter what she wanted from him. He didn't feel the slightest ounce of affection for her. She wasn't funny, she wasn't smart. She was pretty, but in a fake plastic way, rather than the beauty even Duo possessed. Uncultivated, but somehow more satisfying.
But his hard-on was throbbing insistently at the sounds Relena was making. "Had enough?" she groaned throatily, writhing on the blanket. Heero looked up at Duo's window--it was empty, thank God.
"I wouldn't degrade myself," he snorted. Relena stopped, sitting up, hair tangled, fingers glistening wet.
"Fine!" she snapped, eyes gleaming coldly. "Do it yourself, then!" With that scalding retort, or so she considered it to be, she stomped off to her own car, roaring out of the parking circle fast enough to leave the scent of Tommygirl and burnt rubber on the front lawn.
Hands were touching him everywhere, rubbing his skin, tangling themselves in his hair. Duo could hear soft, gentle laughter, and a voice, calling his name. But the fingers trailing dots over his bare skin felt so good, making a shiver run down his spine. Blood rushed to his cheeks and he cried out as something wet and warm enveloped him...down there . Sucking gently, teeth nipping at the tip, it felt so good, oh God, he was going to c-come--
Sitting up suddenly, sweat dripping down his forehead, Duo could feel his rapid heartbeat, his panting breath. What had that been?
He swallowed hard, the memory of hands on his flesh still hovering in the back of his mind.
End Parts One to Five
Om...that's all the back parts...
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